the story of the lost child


the story of the lost child

there is a clanging
and a bong
inside my weary head

it makes me wish
that it was me
who was really dead

asleep at last
in deaths cold grip
at least i would have rest

the screaming dreams
and the tears
i think it would be best

i try to hide
within these thoughts
but fear gives me away

i cry out in pain
and run from there
to live another day

and now i run
forever lost
down forbidden streets

i cower from
and i scream
at everyone i meet

please come to me
death my only friend
and take me in your grasp

hold me
comfort this lost child
until..i last...

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1blackbarbie commented on the story of the lost child


I love the rhythm of the poem as well as the content. Poor lost child.

jj1562 commented on the story of the lost child


i like the rythm and the razors kiss is true bliss i think we all long for this good write.

janet commented on the story of the lost child


nice flow and rythm your poetry has gotten really good it makes me sad to know that you can write about such stuff but the best poems are the ones that are written out of the dark crevasses of our hearts like my lost good job

sk8erpoet commented on the story of the lost child


wow...i really love this poem...i know the feeling....great write.....sk8

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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